The time will come when winter will ask you what you were doing all summer." - Henry Clay
Now that I've got some energy and can bend over again, I got to work on bedroom closets. Even though we just participated in a garage sale in early June, our closets are still replete with what can generously be called "junk." And the longer I live in our small home, the less tolerance I have for saving things. I'm hoping this tendency keeps growing, so that when I go to a nursing home and get half of a room with one closet and 2 dresser drawers, I'll have just about that much stuff left to bring with me.
Next week, we are attempting to run another week of "Mom Camp." Two years ago, the inaugural Mom Camp ended after one day, since my appendix decided that it needed to come out that very day. I'm hoping for a better week this time around. Ellen helped to plan it, so there will hopefully be less of the whining and griping that tend to accompany purely Mom-generated ideas. Each day will have a Bible theme, a verse or passage, an activity, a project, an outing and an application. It will be a busy week, and hopefully a meaningful one. Maybe even one that is good enough to satisfy that annoying Winter and his stupid question.